Sitting on a mountain top Diving head straight in the blue Above the plans of all the world The sky appears right into view Any season could deny His search for something in the sky A safe shelter for his life A secret place for him to hide You don't always have to cry You got eyes to see the beauty You don't always have to ask You got hands to reach your dreams You could be a cloud maker? Looking far, so far away Slowly starting to design Shaping every creamy cloud With a care of a craftsman's mind They become running horses Thunderstorms and furious forces In his thoughts there is no doubt It's a perfect framed layout You don't always have to cry You got eyes to see the beauty You don't always have to ask You got hands to reach your dreams Would you be Would you be Would you be a cloud maker?